The Sharpest Lives

Frank's POV

*~Frank’s P.O.V~*

I saw her again at the restaurant. I was trying my flirty thing on her, maybe more. She gave me a little smile then looked away. I was about to make move but…

“Frank, we need you home.”

“Why?”

“Just get here!”

I grumbled and headed out quickly. I didn’t even see the girl until I ran straight into her. She grumbled, but I kept going. I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked.

“I’m home!” I shouted.

“Frank, what took so long?”

“Gerard, I was in town. I was gonna talk to her but you butted in.”

“She’s not important now. Mikey got hurt.”

“Why am I the one that has to have the healing powers?”

“It’s the way you changed.”

I sighed. “Where is he?”

“Upstairs. He said someone tried to mug him, but they got scared, after they stabbed him.”

“Ouch.” I ran upstairs to Mikey’s room.

He was laying in bed, asleep. I found the wounds: one on his side, the other near his chest. I did my thing and he woke up.

“Oww, hey, Frank.”

“You have a knack for getting yourself into trouble,” I said.

“Shut up. I’m new at this. I don’t even have a power yet.”

“Yet. It takes time,” Gerard said.